[Hey, it's Ratchet! From the looks of the background, he seems to be inside the clinic. There's a big grin on his face and he looks genuinely pleased for once.]
Look what I found hiding behind a cart. [He holds a hand up into view and there's a little black and white rabbit sniffing around on his palm.]I guess it came from one of the farms around
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I got like...six ways to prepare one of them!
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Hey, he lays money on me--he's not going to screw me over on mods!
[He better not or she will shoot him in the face. ]
...okay, that'd be cool! [Right. You've never seen her suit, so...maybe you won't notice how beat up it looks. That's it's, uh...natural patina or some slag!]
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[A snort.] They better be legal mods if he wants to keep betting on you.
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Pshhyeah. They ain't going to notice one measly fleshbag. Not with a TransTech escort. If I go down, he goes down. [She'll make sure of that.]
They're...legal... ish.
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'ish'? Do you know who has to clear your mods for the arena?
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C'mon Ratchet. You really think I need an escort to keep me safe?
Pffff, some loser dumb enough to work for Skywarp?
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That dumb loser would be me, then. And technically, I don't work for him- he's a client and I'm just doing contract work. [That was an important distinction.]
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You're making such a big deal over nothing! Honestly. Just tryin' to even things out so I stand a chance against the bigger opponents.
[Lolwhoops. Sorry there, uh, 'dumb loser.']
Eh, never mind. I ended up working for the same timestream's Starscream for a while. As in...actual employee. [Yeah, so if she seems down on having like...a real job? Been there, done that, stole the coffee machine.]
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This has nothing to do with whatever you're adding on to your suit. It's about making sure that if you're going to be running around at all hours of the night, you'll have at least one law you won't be breaking.
[He 'hmphs'] What happened to that?
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[Which she has. Like...all over the city. Yeah, don't ask.]
Come on! It's not like we're going any place super public or anything. Besides. I can probably con up a good pass if I need to. [Hello, low level hacking skills!]
My job? Other than the pantsuits[that she has since burned with extreme prejudice...erm, testing the flamethrower mod.] Beakyfais got himself sent home I guess. He's a 'con, you don't really think there was a farewell party, do you?
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Or you could have a real one. [Apparently they're going have this conversation now rather than later.] Don't tell me you'd object to letting me pay you to have you around to run an errand or two every now and then?
[Okay, that gets a short laugh out of him] Certainly not one because anyone would be sorry to see him go. You have a habit of working for Starscreams, then? [Don't think he's forgotten about that conversation you and the Primaxian Starscream were having the day he arrived.]
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Consider me your little errand girl, Ratchet! [Salute!] Except...no pantsuits. [This is a serious condition of her employment. She'd take her chances against that TransTech Megatron himself if pantsuits are involved.]
Beakyfais was way better than Miss Potts, though. SHE was a fraggin' nightmare. And you forgot that I also work for Skywarp. [Shrug.] Let's just say I got no problems parting Decepticons from their money.
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Can't argue with that I guess. I just wish you weren't letting them make it back off of you. [He can put Cybertronians back together if they get scrapped in an arena battle gone bad, but he can't fix you if you get stepped on.]
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Oh, they can make money off me all they want. I make more than my share in the betting, anyway.
Oh, by the way, that reminds me. You should get in on the Arena betting pool. Just...don't bet directly against Skywarp. [Yeah, he's...a sore loser if you win and a sore winner if you lose. Damn jets. ]
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No thank you. I'm only involved at all to watch out for the certain persons there that should know better. I'll leave the betting to those who care about the fights.
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Oh, frag yes. Sunstreaker's going to get himself fragged up beyond all recognition if he doesn't, you know, watch himself.
[But all this money talk reminds her. ]
Oh, right. I, uh, won't be able to pay you till after my next match. That's okay, right? You know I'm good for it!
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